Friday, August 29, 2008
And we are out..
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Have I told you
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Fresh Local Goodness

Friday, August 15, 2008
Summer is....
Eating cherry tomatoes just off the vine
Walking through mud with your new Tevas on
Eating homemade Kool-Aid Popsicles on the front stoop with Dad
Having an over abundance of pumpkins in August and a tomato with stretch mark issues (do you think it just had a baby too?) that Worth has declared the best tasting tomato this year!
These pumpkins get me excited for my favorite time of year, fall. I don't want to wish summer away by any means. The end of summer is always sad, it means getting back to the grind of work even though I have been out of school for years. The public school kids are already back at school, my heart breaks for them a little bit. The pools are all closing down for the summer even though hot days are far from gone. I looked outside the other day and saw leaves changing. Worth and Ben told me it is just because the trees are dying from lack of rain, I choose to believe different and just think it is the on set of fall. Whatever your feelings are about the change of seasons I hope you embrace these final days of summer, I know we will.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
On the go


Monday, August 04, 2008
Family Ties and flour
This picture to the right is of BellaRose trying to put on my dress. This baby loves things around her neck, any kind of loop hole and it is around her neck. You gotta watch her!
We all love a BellaRose story right? Today's story begins and ends with Self Rise flour. I am back here on the computer checking the 70 emails I had waiting for me from my trip home and Worth is with my sweet girl in the kitchen, we both think that she is being unusually quite and lo and behold she was. I come into the kitchen and she has flour all around her, all over her hands and face. It was about the cutest thing ever, way cuter then her eating dog poop (tell you that one later too). I guess she wants me to make No-knead bread soon.